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twenty-fourth form; waking up sore {Accidental Video/Action for Ecruteak Inn}

Alakazaaaam...

Kiyone gently runs a three-fingered hand over his unstirring mistress’ bandaged head, delicately trying to probe into her mind, but upon being blocked once again by a mysterious barrier, he sighs and gets up, wandering over to the window. Shinrai moves closer to Nanao’s unmoving form and squeaks as the elder Pokemon throws wide the curtains, letting beams of summer sunlight flood the room, gilding everything inside with a welcome warmth.

Ri? Rioluuuu.

Kiyone looks back over his shoulder at the baby ‘Mon, and smiles gently. It had not been an easy time for the youngest member of Nanao’s party, but the Riolu was nothing if not resilient. Even if he couldn’t walk. After Envy’s Pokemon had brought them into Ecruteak, Shinrai had tearfully explained what had happened to them, and to say they were unhappy was an understatement.

Aaaala. Kazam.

Shinrai smiled back, and threw his arms into the air, giggling. The noise woke Hanatarou, who had been curled up atop a nearby chair, and she stretched, before slithering off the chair and flowing like a furry river up onto the bed, and nuzzled the young Riolu, and he giggled again. Then he stopped, and cocked his head to the side.

Lu?

//video

{There’s a deep, pained-sounding groan coming from somewhere to the left of the ‘Gear, and the sound of shifting sheets.}

wh-where am I.... s’too bright... {A whimper, more rustling sounds, and then a yelp, and a thud.}

O-owwwww.... {There’s a sob, and then the camera finally moves, and Nanao comes into view, far too pale, wrapped in bedsheets, and with bandages wrapped around her head.}

I - I feel sick...

{OOC: Nanao is awake! But she’s also suffering the side effects of a severe concussion, so any ‘Gear replies will be rather nonsensical. She’s in a room at the Ecruteak Inn, so if you’re in the building, feel free to have your characters drop by.}

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_{[Yep, but he's not gonna answer that other than with a quick nod before crossing his arms.]} ... so what the hell happened to you?

{Her mouth twists into a frown.}

I - I don' remember.

'nything. {That frown changes into a distinctly unhappy face.}

Why can' I remember?

_{[Again he's forced to do a sort of mental double-take before he groans and manages a rather impressive facepalm.]}

You don't remember? What's the last thing you do remember?

{She squeezes her eyes shut, trying, trying to remember, before they shoot open, and she lets out a strangled yell}

_{Oh god, oh godohgod noooooo-!}

{Brb, curling into a ball}

Wh- hey- Nanao! Calm down!

_{[WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO HIM. He's going to start avoiding you out of principle because how does I handle hysteric women. :C]

[He turns to look at the Furret. Maybe she'll help? Yes? No? Please?]}

{HEY MAN IT'S NOT HER FAULT. You weren't chased around by monsters that eat souls when you were a child, were you?}

{And Hanatarou chitters and moves closer, but Nanao lashes out with a scream, throwing the six-foot-long weasel away from herself.}

You can' have me!

_{[Well, no. BUT HE'S BEEN TERRORISED WITH STORIES OF SUCHTHINGS?]

[And holy crap-- he actually catches the rodent before setting it down with a stunned look on his face.]}

... Nanao? _{[Is that a little pitched? Yep. Yep it is.]}

{Man, you know how they say that real life is always more terrifying? In her case, she had to run from them for twenty years. Forget terrifying, that period was just a nightmare.}

{Hanatarou squeaks out a thank you, before looking concernedly at her master. Kiyone, the Alakazam who had been standing quietly in the corner, starts forward, but stops in his tracks as she drags herself up to her knees.}

You - can' - ha' - my - soul!

{She stares at them, panting heavily, for a few moments, before she starts to sway from side to side, and her eyes roll up into the back of her head, before she collapses.

Again.}

{Catch her Y/N/MFN?}

_{[Sob. Y. He doesn't really have a choice, does he? But he'll quickly lay her down - he doesn't really want to HOLD her, just keep her from hitting her head or something otherwise traumatising.]

[So. Yes. See Tulio groaning and questioning how his life ever came to this, rubbing his temples to keep from freaking out completely about the WHAT DO-factor, before he realises that hey, the nurses in these places aren't so bad, right? Right?]

[Well, both of his shins survived, so ...]

[Yeah. Okay. He stands and goes to call for ... someone to help out here. Preferably to make them alert a nurse. To help out. Or take over the situation entirely. Yeah.]}

{There is a Furret twining around your ankles as you go to do that.}

{Hey. Mister. Misterrrr. What did you do my trainer. What did you dooooo. ;n;}

_{[Making a small noise as he avoids stepping on her, he balances on one foot for a second before swiftly making his way down the hall and latching onto the first person he can find and gestures somewhat wildly at Nanao's room while explaining the situation.]

[Tulio hates asking for help. But here he is doing it for you anyway, miss. AREN'T YOU HAPPY, if you weren't unconscious.]

[Anyway, nurses are to arrive soon. :|]}

{She'll watch forlornly from the door, squeaking sadly. And yes, she does appreciate it, but she's also more than a bit freaked out.}

{Her Pokemon will tell her when she wakes up, don't worry.}

_{[Don't worry, we are many freaked out people here.]

[And it's not exactly lessening when Tulio finds himself sitting next to the bed with a still-unconscious Nanao in it, staring down at the Furret. Again.]

What're you looking at?

[Yeah, he's muttering. He doesn't like this situation. But the Nurse said it'd be good if he stuck around for a period of time in case something would happen or ... whatever, so here he is. Still. Very reluctantly, with his head in his hands.]

[His life. His life.]}

{Nanao seems to be particularly skilled at freaking out people.}

{Annnd Hanatarou looks up at him, and squeaks. Your face. But she curls up in a fluffy coil at his feet nonetheless. You're okay in her books.}

{Bizarrely enough, there's an Alakazam at the bench making, of all things, tea. And since it's a Psychic type...}

Would you like some tea? {His "voice" is deep and smooth and definitely male.}

_{[AND THIS IS TULIO NEARLY FALLING OUT OF HIS CHAIR.]

[SINCE WHEN DO POKEMON TALK, HOLY CRAP.]}

_{[But okay, okay, just keep breathing, he's fine now. Maybe. Possibly. So he'll just look at the weird creature and slowly shake his head, along with a sliiightly quavering,]} Uh, no thanks. I'm ... I'm good.

My apologies, I did not mean to startle you so.

However, I do believe that there would be no easy way to talk to you without startling you anyway.

I ... guess not. But uh, hey, maybe you could try and wave to me or something next time before you do the whole speechy-thing.

... no offence, but not-humans talking is a little spooky. Not to mention weird.

The ability to speak directly to your mind is a hallmark of the Psychic type, and Nanao-dono is so used to it, I obviously did not realise.

And I will endeavour to do so in future. {You get a polite bow from the Alakazam.}

_{[Wow. Tulio could get to like this guy, maybe, possibly, after he stops being weirded out.]}

Thank you.

_{[And yeah just. Gonna go back to sitting here and looking at Nanao and will her to wake up.]}

It is nothing. {Annnnd tea is done. Drinking contentedly, and pondering what exactly to do with his mistress.}

{and then there's a whiiiine from under the bed.}

Hm? What was that?

...Nanao?

_{[God, his life. He asks tentatively and hopes she'll answer. And that the answer won't involve punching him in the face. It has happened before, okay.]}

{No, she's still unmoving, but there's a thump from under the bed, and then a small black snout pops out.}

...ah. Now which one is under there: Shuuhei or Shinrai?

{You have no idea how much Kiyone would like it to be Nanao as well.}

_{[He groans lightly and leans against his hands again. And grumbles.]

That woman has entirely too many pokémon, I swear...}

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